these are not my walls

Okay, first of all? I am extremely surprised there are still so many of you people checking this blog. That's kind of hilarious. I will attempt to be more entertaining. And, uh, regular. Wah wah.

Second, after taking Jessica's advice into account, I must change my mind: I *would* like to visit the Vatican giftshop. Now, if only I knew people to give tacky Vatican gifts to...

This morning, as I was hanging out on my balcony just now, I heard someone scraping ice off of their windshield. This has been a stupidly cold, snowy, icy winter for Victoria, and I protest. Strongly. Although I drove in snow with my all-seasons, so there's one phobia down. A bazillion to go.

Today I'm taking my car in for its check-up. The car people have been calling and writing me for MONTHS telling me it's time for my checkup, but I wanted to wait until I got a little closer to the mileage sticker they gave me last time - apparently I don't drive as much as they expected. Although I suppose there's every chance I'll drop the car off, and they'll call me and say "if only you'd brought it in sooner, now it's going to cost ONE MILLION DOLLARS to fix everything! Ha ha!" (Because that's how they talk. Fer sher.) Oh, well. It's not like we *need* a car...